Ossining School for Girls - Quill Yearbook (Ossining, NY)

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for 1916 THE QUILL Meanwhile, all unnoticed, Theenie's long watched for battleship had been steaming slowly toward the dock. On the quarterdeck the ' ' amused captain and his mate, through their field glasses, had been watch- ing the pitched battle. T he kidis all right, declared the captain, even if heis too little to whip every Pat and Mike that comes along. The ship won't takeanother trip with- out him and his dog for mascots. We haven't had any ,decent weather or any luck at target practice since We left him ashore for his old aunt to educate. Educate,,' sniffed the mate, weren,t we educat- ing him all right? We'l1 have him back or mutiny. Corrinne Thrall 9 7

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THE QUILLI for 1916 When Theenie's Ship Came In A dismal September 'rain .was steadily soaking the old dock. Except for a sailor or two on a ship alongside, there was no one out risking a wetting, until a giant umbrella blew out to the edge of the wharf, where it silhouetted itself against the rain. Chasing after it bounded a curly, mustard colored terrier. Bow, wow, barked the dog, Chita, in pre- tended surprise at finding his commander-in-chief, Theenie, hunched up under the familiar leaky um- brella. Towheaded Theenie was watching for his ship. T wenty-four days he had stoically watched there, as religiously as though he thought watching would bring it. ' I g Reddy, a warlike Irishman aged ten, and a rag- ged whisp of a girl drifted out toward the umbrella. Aw, I jist know that that kid Theenie and his mangy dog are sitting under that there umbrella. Them swell guys, them officers on the battleship don't want you two castoffs fer mascots any more. You's too big to be a baby and you aint big enough to be a boy. You can't fight. You got left to home, boasted Reddy of many battles. . I The umbrella tipped impetuously overboard. Theenie, in smouldering anger and silence shot a Plldgy, .dirty fist into IReddy's stomach. Chita, wrig- glingcwith excitement, pitched into the fray likewise. Time! T'ain't fair. Call off your dog, remon- strated he of the red hair. GO home, Chitaf, Chita obeyed dejeetedly. He loved a fight as well as the Irishman, but hehad been dlsciplined in the Navy. The battle was resumed- Th99.1116,.the peaceful, the bashful fought bravely but unscientifically for the honor of his battleship. Reddy Of tell years fighting experience easily and trium- Phantbf conquered, administering a black eye and 3 Slaggeldng cut on the forehead that made Theenie qulte giddy with faintness., 96 -

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THE QUILL for 1916 Zeb Carter's Automobile From the Standpoint of Eliza Jones: I rode in a real automobile to-day! It belonged to Zeb Carter! I was on the Way to the Epworth League Bake-Sale, when I looked up and-there came Zeb Carter down the road 'lickety-split' in a real automobile! It was as shiny as a black cat's eye, and went pretty near as' fast as the wind! I started to cross the street, so that he would surely see me and he stopped that machine and called to me to get in. Of course, I just ran across the street, and climbed in the front seat. Zeb started up the engine which made a wonderful big noise so that all the people in Mr. Brown's store came out to look at us. When the car fZeb says 'car' is more stylish than 'auto- mobile'J started, it jerked my hat nearly off, but after it was going, it was wonderful! We went even faster than Mr. Chandler's team of bays, and al- though it didn't keep in the road quite as Well, we didn't have to stop at theyvatering trough any- way! From the Standpoint of a Travelling Salesman - That Carter kid's automobile is a Ford! . Marion F. Smith. 98